beware

beware of a masterpiece maker

beware of those, whose eyes are foggy and empty,

stuck in a picture-like state,

borderline dead

those, who perceive and execute no feeling,

not a single drop of any sense

beware of those, who seem indifferent and who are indifferent

not to themselves, but to others

those, who lightly smile while seeing another's grief,

without a single smallest try to hide

the satisfaction of causing it

beware of them, of those parasites,

who will speak softly and invite kindly

to close the trapdoor silently and secretly,

making you put a rotten stone on a golden plate